I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

The world has an event called Christmas.

No, I also have a habit of celebrating Christmas properly at home... Apparently. I don't know why I'm not sure, because I didn't know that until today. At least, only Violet.

I left the room for breakfast and recognized today's date in the hallway, which had changed overnight.

Red and white and green. What a vibrant world this season is decorated with three colors called Christmas colors. It even seems as if my room and the light and darkness are separated.

(Speaking of which... Was it Christmas?)

I have knowledge of Christmas. Even in school, there was an atmosphere like Christmas mode. Even the township had changed for a long time, and sometimes even attended Christmas parties.

Christmas is not unusual.

─ ─ In this house, if not even.

"Such a decoration, you had it in this house"

I don't know if it was in this house or if my father brought it in from a separate house, but this looks like he was enjoying Christmas at another house.

Then dinner today is going to be a little cumbersome.

"Dear Violet,"

"Marin, you're just fine."

"Sorry I'm late for picking you up."

"Because I just came out early on my own...... it's time, isn't it?

"Ah... you know what... why don't you have breakfast in your room today"

"Huh?"

I thought Marin was ready for breakfast. Violet apparently missed the look on Marin's face.

If you can spend time alone in a room, that's something you don't even wish for... How can it be too rare to create suspicion because of the vigilance? Not against Marin, against this House.

"Is something wrong?

"No, there's nothing... It's Christmas."

……

Violet doesn't understand the logic that it's Christmas. It's an unusual day for Violet, although it seems to come with something that is quite fun for many, especially children.

Though I can't seem to say that since this year either.

"My husband says he can't get out of his breakfast seat in order to get the job done quickly. Your wife and Mary Jun are going out for breakfast."

"Ah......"

I was convinced that, at the same time, I was deeply impressed with Marin's care. This samurai really understands her husband's heart deeply and deeply.

If my father doesn't have one, and the other two have plans, it's easy to make excuses even if Violet doesn't get to her breakfast table. Just waiting, but with time to go out, they can't help but prioritize you. I can't believe I soaked my breakfast table in my father's ear, though I won't because I don't have any trouble with it.

"I think it will be Christmas dinner at night...... I was wondering if you should take a rest"

"Right..."

I expected it, but from the spicy look on Marin's face, he's waiting for the task of swallowing a tasteless object for dinner today.

"Well, let me ask you a favor. What's your excuse for both of you?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I can rest till dinner...... and I've already told them"

"... you didn't think I'd say no?

"I was going to use coercion in case you refused."

"Sometimes you say terrible things, don't you?"

I'm tapping lightly, but I know that's a joke. In the marine, it's unlikely that Violet would have said no, because, in fact, none of us have a reason to say no to Violet.

Sweet for Marin's words, he returns to the hallway, where he has not yet made a few steps, to enter the room.

I changed out of my room clothes, but thanks to Marin, I don't think I'll have to leave my room for lunch. Then it would be easier to get dressed in your room again.

"Marin seemed... busy."

Normally, Marin, who works just for Violet, apparently runs around everywhere today without doing so. The reason is obvious, because of the first Christmas in this House.

From decorating to preparing dinner, those who worked in separate houses may be used to it, but this main mansion doesn't even keep the ornaments in the first place. Even a cat would be busy wanting to borrow a hand to make this house much bigger than a separate residence a Christmas specification in a day.

(Will you bring me breakfast, or will you do it yourself?)

Originally, I could do it by myself. If it's a party dress, if it's just to get dressed in a room, even kids are independent.

"I wonder where the roomwear... is new"

The problem may be someone looking for a new room outfit from an oversized walk-in closet that deserves a larger room in a larger mansion than his or her own.

In a nobleman who basically leaves himself to his servants, Violet does most of the work on his own because of the environment in which he grew up. To the extent that I don't take Marin's job, I often do what I can myself.

Still, Marine is overwhelmingly responsible for getting ready to change and managing the closet. Because laundry is one of my jobs, it's more efficient that way.

I feel so sorry that I don't know where my clothes are on my own.

"I don't think it's that far back..."

Brightly colored dresses, brilliant gems occupy a lot of space, but not so much when it comes to personal clothing and room wear.

I move my closet in suspicious motion, as it is something I normally use and it will be packed in a user-friendly place. I feel like a thief, even though I say it's my house, my room, my closet.

"Ah..."

The corner where the dress broke off. Around the same uniform lined up. If you look at the piece hanging on it or the coat, it's apparently an area of uniforms and personal clothes.

"Around here, I guess"

From what I've seen, I don't have a purpose for what I hang on the hanger. If so, isn't it around the drawer with underwear and inner?

Appropriately, when entering the eye and opening the drawer, repeat by closing it. That's Marin, just a little peek to see what's in that drawer, a beautiful way to tidy it up.

Take a look at it from the top in turn, a drawer that's down there enough to kneel. So I finally saw what I was looking for.

"Oh, there it is."

The moment you open the drawer, the scent of soft flowers spreads. Violet's favorite softener, washing it up.

All of the designs are similar or close because of the same manufacturer, but that's why all of them are favorite room arrivals. There are more kinds than I thought I would see this way. I've never chosen it myself because I always leave it to Marin, but I'm not sure which one to make if I put the paintings in front of them in line.

(... red and, white)

Dark colored roomwear just below. Although the flashy impression is faint thanks to the soft material feel, it is a rare shade in the clothes Violet has.

Because of that, it's in the deepest part of me. Besides, for some reason, I wanted to reach out today.

It could be because it was filled with signs of Christmas all over the house.

Stick your hand in the back so you can pull it out. Around not taking out the clothes on top, Violet is still also a noble daughter. I don't usually prepare it myself, so I can't anticipate the consequences of this kind of laying around.

If you try to force me to pull out what's down there, naturally.

"Ahhh!

With all the other clothes, it's the natural flow that pops up.

"Oh... I did it"

I accidentally sighed, but I can't complain because I deserve it. They say only one of the clothes that was in two rows popped up all clean, so it won't take that long to fix it again.

Then it was when I started collecting clothes other than what I was looking for to finish.

At the edge of my vision, I thought I saw some kind of glow. I didn't think I would have glossy clothes unless it was a dress. Did you even drop any accessories, or did you even get into a splash of clothes gap?

"This..."

I rolled on the floor, take a small wheel. A little green and a palm-sized silver ribbon, which I see a lot in this season, but that's why this house... Sorting it up It was too unfit for this room.

"Christmas lease?

It's dark everywhere, and it must be pretty old. Wrapped in transparent vinyl, but probably not ready-made. There are more ribbon proportions than ready-made products, and the shape is distorted.

It's not supposed to be here. But it's certainly in Violet's palm right now.

Violet has known this feeling for a long time.

"Eh... this"

I looked at the surface of the ribbon and tried rubbing the dirty area, but it doesn't look like I can remove it. Was this here long enough for me to snuggle up and the pigments to cause deposition?

Memories are slowly returning.

To just one day. Only once, just for one day, memory of a holy day.

For Violet, the only Christmas.